sweetA Poem by stanley
Purple roses next to a red wine decanter with
beautiful dark brown walls moist by the heat there laid the mirror capturing all reflections and the ajar wooden door inviting the breeze from the ocean the songs from the bluejays kissed the ambiance with love her wooden Rocking chair remained empty,whilst my nostalgia of her wrinkled smile moist my eyes and danced within my imagery, her wrinkled hands steady firm on the handles the empty wooden chair kept on Rocking without her like a lingering moon without the star that's how i linger on the empty chair with beautiful thoughts of her smile, left in awe the place has all her relics with her mending tools at the wooden table, A open window to view the open ocean, the scenario is bliss with the dancing white haze upon the mountain entrapping the sunbeams and creating a color-coded rainbow that's the dance of her heart charmed by the rainbow whilst the the wooden chair rocked whilst my emotions were whirling. © 2015 stanley |
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Added on March 12, 2015 Last Updated on March 12, 2015 Authorstanleyjohannesburg, gaunteng, South AfricaAboutaspiring writer who is passionate about poetry, short stories and assay writing, willing to receive all kinds of constructive criticism as i am willing to learn as much as i can in this art form more..Writing
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